Guess who’s free to start drinking more, and only partially by choice?  Yep, this marks the end of nursing.  I knew that it was coming, but I wasn’t sure that I was ready to give up the time that I get with my baby yet.  So, my body went ahead and made the choice for me and stopped making enough food to feed my ever hungry child and gave me the middle finger in the process.  Lucas was less happy for a few days and expressed himself in a less pleasant and more vocal way when it finally dawned on me that my little man is probably hungry and maybe I’m not making enough anymore.  So I went upstairs to pump a bottle and 20 minutes later I had nothing.  So I pulled a bottle out of the freezer and went ahead and shed a few tears along side Lucas.  I’m now down to nursing three times a day (morning, night, and once in the middle of the day) and I plan on cutting out that middle of the day feeding soon.  If my goal for nursing was only 6 months and I’m 2 weeks past that, why am I so sad to be forced to slow down the dairy service?

Unfortunately for Lucas, I’ve finally discovered the “silence” button on the baby monitor.  That took a grand total of 2 seconds to start treating it like a snooze button in the middle of the night when he wakes me up.  I probably hit it a few times before I actually wake up.  Maybe frustration is at the root of his awesome sleep now that I’ve figured out the food situation.  Last night I put him to bed at 8:30 and he didn’t wake me up until 7.  And yesterday he only took 2 naps, but they were solid, 2 hour naps.  Even with my movement monitor I kept going in to check on him because I couldn’t believe that he was still sleeping.  And let me add, with a 2 hour break from baby duty I finally have free time!!  You know, to do laundry, cook, and run Angel’s errands.  All of the important things (insert eye roll).

Speaking of sleeping, we’ve now entered the stage of crashing in the middle of activities.  The man can’t help it if he’s suddenly tired!

Today I learned that Lucas is scared of the blender.  I don’t know how to explain it, but it was almost like he was more scared for what it was going to do to me than what it was going to do to him.  He was crawling on the floor in the kitchen while I got dinner together and when I turned on the blender he started screaming, whining, shaking, and holding out his arms for me to come pick him up while he looked at me with these eyes that were about to explode into a pool of waterworks.  I’ve never seen anything like it.  The blender is Lucas’ kryptonite.

Not only am I his favorite toy to play with (or crawl on), he’s started pulling himself up totally on his own!  What the heck is going on here?  I was laying on the couch half asleep (see: poor sleep for days until I figured out he wasn’t eating enough), and all of a sudden the Leapfrog table started making noise.  Thinking that the table was haunted, as I recently learned it was, I was about to turn it off and instead saw this:

Which is him playing with his car under the table, pulling himself up to play with the table, and then going back to playing with his car.  Ugh!  Another sign that he’s growing up entirely too quickly.

Continuing the trend of growing up too quickly, on Tuesday afternoon I actually got the opportunity to do all of my grocery shopping at once.  Why?  You may ask.  Well that’s because this munchkin’s car seat doesn’t fit in the top of the grocery cart in the store that I shop in, so I have to put it in the cart which only leaves me with 2 square inches of space for my groceries.  Now that Lucas is getting better at sitting on his own, I took a chance and sat him in the cart like a big, little man.  And he did great!  He loved looking around….

And GRABBING EVERYTHING IN SIGHT!  Things off of the shelves, things in my hands, things in the cart, eating the side of the cart, screaming, crying, throwing his pacifier, and then melting down roughly 5 minutes before I was done shopping because he was tired and couldn’t just fall asleep in his car seat anymore.  Ladies and gentlemen, it’s the start of the end.  Grocery shopping just became infinitely more difficult and I now understand what moms complain about.

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